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<title>In the refrigerator</title>
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At first, your futile attempts to knock over the glass of mayonnaise are not crowned by success. You feel frustration building up inside you. <i	>"You're a pickle now, what did you expect"</i>, you ask yourself in a sudden rush of despair.  As you're about to lose hope, you smash yourself against the glass one last time, mustering up all your remaining power.</p>
<p> The glass tips over.</p>

<p>The sound is loud enough to alarm your mother. Driven by curiosity, she comes to check what's going on.  Fortunately for you, she spots you and knows a pickle doesn't quite belong there. Unluckily, she also spots the mayonnaise and connects the dots.</p>
<p>She picks you up with the gentle hands you've known since early childhood, dipping you softly into the white creamy condiment.</p>
<p><b>The last thing you see is the ominous darkness of your mother's gaping mouth.</b></p>
<h1>THE END</h1>
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